by Macy Johnson
“The high mountains belong to the wild
the crags are a refuge for the coneys
(Psalm 104:18 NIV)
There is a
large island nestled close to the dam in Alabama’s Lake Martin. When the lake
was formed in the 1920’s goats were stranded on the island, so the locals named
it “Goat Island.” You can cruise around the island in a boat or on a jet ski
and look up its steep, rocky landscape in search of goats. Some vacationers
pull their boats up on the island’s sandy shores and pitch a tent for a holiday
weekend or afternoon picnic. There are no bridges to Goat Island, no ways for its
original inhabitants to escape.
Island” lies a few miles across the main body of Lake Martin. It was named for
the lone tree that stands in the middle of a tiny patch of land. When the
lake’s dam is opened and water levels lowered, the sandy island grows in size. When
the water level is high, especially after a summer storm, one can see only the
top branches of the tree. It is a favorite spot for picnics and lounging around
on anchored watercraft. Small children like to romp and play in the shallow
waters encircling the tree.
places of refuge as they rise up in a body of water. As a traveling student or auditor,
I often felt like a remote island, separated from family and friends, in a
foreign country, city, or state. Yet I was never alone. God tells us He is
always with us. I always felt His presence. He set me in seclusion to train me
to serve in new situations, and grow outside familiar settings in a haven of
rest and retreat.
I will draw
nearer to God in islandic times of aloneness. I hope you will, too!